Enchanted

Birthday Mornings

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    “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Dessirrea, Happy Birthday to you!” I heard my family sing to me as I try and open my eyes. I hated when they woke me up in the morning.

    “Thanks guys” I mutter, as I wipe my face trying to wake myself up.

“Des! Open your gifts!” I hear my brother say as he drops two boxes on my legs. I sit myself up, and position myself so that my mom and brother were able to find a seat on the edge of the bed. I look down, and I notice one huge box, and another box about the size of your average shoe box.

“I told you guys that I didn’t want anything” I say, as they look at me with a familiar smirk. The same smirk they give me everyone birthday. The smirk that says ‘We can’t NOT get you anything for your birthday. It’s your birthday!’.

“Oh just open the gifts!” My mother demands of me. I rip open the big box first. I always loved opening wrapping paper. The tearing sound was something that always made me happy. It was probably one of the major reasons why I loved Christmas. Forget getting a lot of gifts, you could just wrap up emply boxes with wrapping paper and I’d be happy.

As I remove all of the decorated paper, I notice a plain box. Shit, no hint on what it could be. I lift the top off the box, and reveal the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. In my life.

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous!” I pull out the white strapless dress with a silver lining on the top. I hold it up and notice the rose shaped tool on the bottom. “Oh my, this is... amazing” I say and I can already tell that this is going to be an emotional birthday as the first couple of tears roll down my face. For the past couple of birthdays, we haven’t had much money to spend on gifts for each other. My father had gotten laid off his managing job, and my mothers work was cutting on her hours. Paying for 4 people with a small paycheck was not easy, but we made it though. Finally, my dad got a job a couple months back and my mothers work got busier and demanded more of her time. I on the other hand got a job for the summer working with my uncle at his Networking company, but the money that I made all went into the savings account; college was no doubt going to be expensive in the fall.

“Go on Des, open the next box” I hear my brother say.

I grab the next box and repeat the same process I used before. Removing of the wrapping paper. Removing of the lid, and there they were. My dream converse, the white ones with the red lining. I’ve been dreaming of these shoes for the past 3 years, but haven’t been able to find them in the store for the right prices. Along with the shoes, I found a red ball necklace, a plastic red rope bracelet, and a small tiara.

“Dessirrea, you’re our princess. This should be the perfect outfit for your party tonight” I hear my mother say, but I was too focused on my new clothes to give her a response. Anytime that I had friends over, my mother would call me princess and they’d always make fun of me. I was called egotistical, conceited and vain because I allowed my mother to call me princess. I didn’t think of myself as one, but in my mother’s eyes, I was her princess. I wish others realized that...

“Des, do you like them?” I hear my brother say, yearning for a reply from the birthday girl.

“I adore them Clayton. Thank you Mom, and Clay. I’ll call Dad later and say thanks to him too.” My father gets up for work at 4 in the morning, and my parents knew I would KILL them if they woke me up any earlier than 7 on a weekend.

After 15 minutes of talking with my mother and brother, they exit my room and I continue to stare at my birthday presents. This dress is the most elegant thing that I’ve ever owned. It will most definitely be the PERFECT outfit for this evenings event.

For the past 5 weeks, I’ve been planning my birthday party. To be honest, that seems like a long time for what I have actually planned. My 2 best friends, parents and I pitched in to rent out the V.I.P section of Elliptical, the city’s newest club. To be honest, I didn’t think that we would be able to pull it off, but apparently my best friend Libby has ‘family connections’ to the club owners, and she was able to sweet talk us into being able to rent it out for the evening.

    Clubs weren’t my thing, but I figured that I only turn 18 once, May 22, 2013 would never occur again. I knew that I wanted to enjoy my 18th birthday as much as I could with my friends, because Libby and Kerensa (my other best friend) were leaving me to go to college at the end of the month. With that thought, I knew that I wanted to make sure before they leave, us three could have one last big get together. Tonight was that night, and I actually couldn’t wait.